Green umbrella and amaranth rains,
we were lost in the warmth
and cacophonies of an unfamiliar place…
You are my undoing – my relevance –
a hunter in mythology
and in the celestial equator;
and I am a dandelion – a pensive one –
someone who finds verses
and paragraphs in the serenity
of your storied eyes.
Oriented south-upward,
a depiction of my sadness and tranquility,
an unfinished sonnet of Rilke –
the constellation of Orion
in the blazing summer sky.
I’ll long for you again;
you flee once Scorpius comes,
and in an avenue
of my lost dreams and tales,
there, I search for your scent,
as if the wind knows you won’t be there,
as if the night sky forbids you to be there…
And I’ll long for you again,
amidst the silence of this obscure place…
I’ll wait for the time
the seasons will again allow
the serenity
of a brilliant summer firmament
embroider my hair
with your shadows, laughter,
and gentleness…
